"Robbery, I'm going to rob too!"

"Leave the Qiankun bag and let you live!"

Zhang Fan said in a wandering manner, listening to the ears of the black-clothed cloaks, but it was like boiling oil poured into boiling water, and there was an uproar.

They were already dissatisfied with the one-eyed old man's compromise, but now seeing that Zhang Fan was so ignorant of current affairs, they were even more angry, and fire was about to erupt from his eyes, and the one-eyed old man's face sank like water, and after glancing into the distance, he said with a cruel smile:

"Good, good!"

"The old man originally had the intention of being merciful, since you don't know what to do, then you don't have to go. on!"

As soon as the words fell, the sound of whistling filled the sky, colorful brilliance flickered, on the rocky beach, the murderous atmosphere was fierce in an instant, the strong wind was wrapped in the gravel, all kinds of spells, all kinds of magic weapons, like a sky net, covered with a bang.

These black-clothed cloaks have obviously been cooperating for many years, and it must not have been robbed once or twice together, such a neat and uniform action, even Zhang Fan couldn't help but secretly praise when he saw it.

There were more than ten people, only the one-eyed old man and the rough man did not make a move, the former stared, as if looking for a flaw, and the latter took advantage of no one to pay attention, step by step, his eyes flashed, obviously under the pretense of the idea of a girl.

The offensive in front of him can almost be called a net of heaven and earth, in all directions, almost at the same time, more than ten spiritual weapons, hundreds of various charms, pouring down like a torrential rain.

Such a method, dealing with the ordinary foundation building consummation, may also make him scramble, expose his flaws, and give the one-eyed old man a chance to make a move.

But for Zhang Fan, what is it?

A sneering smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his mind communicated with his doppelganger, his palm flipped, and a simple bronze mirror appeared in his palm.

The one-eyed old man on the opposite side never let go of Zhang Fan's every move, and the moment the bronze mirror appeared, his face changed, and an ominous premonition came to his heart.

"How does this seem to be ......?"

"Impossible!"

As soon as he thought in his heart, a touch of cold frost bloomed, filling everything in an instant, like an extremely dense mist, and like a viscous and lingering cobweb, enveloping the entire sky.

In the cool frost-white mist, a cold pillar of light swept across, and the sound of continuous "crackling" sounded at the passing place, which was nothing else, but a large amount of cold ice condensed and cracked, colliding with each other, and making all kinds of strange sounds.

At the same time as the voice appeared, everyone's faces turned pale for a moment.

Spells, Ablation, Artifacts, Shattering, Artifacts, Freeze ...... The fragments of magic weapons, the spirit weapons like ice mounds, and all kinds of things like divine thunder, all fell like hailstones, and the huge blow was actually disintegrated by someone casually, like swatting flies.

At this time, the black-cloaked people still didn't understand that they had hit the iron plate now, and they couldn't help but look shocked, and they all looked at the one-eyed old man, obviously waiting for him to make an idea.

But at this time, the one-eyed old man had no time to pay attention to them.

Unlike these guys who have been fighting at the bottom for many years, and who have seen Grandmaster Jiedan from afar at most in his life, he has seen the world, and he is only one step away from Jindan Dacheng.

Although he may not be able to take this step with all his life's mental strength, it does not mean that he does not have enough eyesight.

"Magic weapon!"

"It's a magic weapon!"

At first, he muttered to himself, and then almost exclaimed, and pointed to the yin-yang mirror that was already floating in the air at this time, trembling slightly like life, and his face was full of horror.

"What?"

"This is a magic weapon?!"

Everyone was in an uproar, the legendary magic weapon! For these low-level foundation-building monks, the magic weapon is just a legendary thing, although they know that they are friends or foes, and the next moment it may be a fate-killing star, but they still can't help but look at the air together, their eyes are full of envy.

"Good eyesight!"

Zhang Fan said leisurely, and at the same time, he waved his robe and shouted softly: "You should also be blind." ”

After the shot, there is no mercy.

Zhang Fan's consistent behavior, naturally impossible to change in front of these foundation-building robbers, the voice did not fall, the golden silk thread in the sky, the golden light on it was dazzling, as soon as it appeared, it turned into a golden afterimage, and the lightning shot out.

"Ah~"

"You ......"

It's fast and unexpected.

When everyone's attention was attracted by the yin-yang mirror, Xuanjin Gon was attracted by the soul and succeeded in one blow!

The first scream was uniform, but the five people closest to it couldn't dodge, and they were directly hit by the wire and submerged into the body, and the scream just came out, and it stopped abruptly, and the blood and muscles around the body seemed to be sucked by greedy demons, and the whole person instantly dried up.

The rest of the group reacted quickly and dodged the first attack, and then just as they turned and fled, or leaned towards the one-eyed old man, or fought desperately, a cry of disbelief was heard.

The companions of a moment ago, the corpses of a breath ago, suddenly burst out and struck at their unguarded positions, and everyone's cultivation was as if it was possible, where could it be possible to dodge.

In an instant, as if dumplings, no less than ten foundation building monks fell from the sky, like dead pork, and slammed into the ground fiercely, making a muffled sound, and there was no scream.

One blow, all destroyed!

Except for the one-eyed old man, there were also rough men who had unknowingly hid dozens of feet away, and the other black-clothed cloaks, under the blow of the soul, none of them escaped for their lives.

Drawing souls, it is really a weapon for group battles.

Zhang Fan's cuffs swayed lightly, and the gold threads in the sky were closed, merging into them, and turning into beautiful lines all over the place.

This spiritual weapon condensed by the spirit of the silkworm is indeed the most powerful in the group battle, if you don't use this trick, it is to use the two magic weapons together, and it will take a lot of hands and feet, and you may have to follow and kill, how troublesome is it?

How can it be as easy as it is now?

Just as Zhang Fan withdrew the thread, a touch of grief and indignation flashed in the one-eyed old man's eyes, and he roared meaninglessly, and then an umbrella-shaped spiritual weapon was freed out of the Qiankun bag, turned into a hurricane, and pounced on it.

He underestimated Zhang Fan's strength before, and did not attack with his brothers at the first time, but held the psychology of waiting for the flaws, and now his companions are dead, and the other party has shown a big killer weapon like a magic weapon, he is already asking for his own death, this blow is just trying to pull the other party's back.

"Let's die together!"

A terrible cry sounded, and an endless black wind leaked out of his body, turning into a hurricane that enveloped his body, and in an instant, a black hurricane full of a sense of destruction was formed.

"Wind monks, it's rare. ”

In the face of this black hurricane, Zhang Fan showed a slightly concerned look.

What he cared about was not the power of the hurricane, but the rare supernatural powers of this one-eyed old man.

An immortal cultivator with the surname Feng, he has seen such a person for decades, so he will inevitably pay more attention to it.

Immediately, Zhang Fan's face showed a little regret.

"It's a pity!"

With his divine sense and cultivation realm, it was easy to feel that in the sweeping black hurricane, a breath of life was fading away rapidly, and the qi and blood of the desolate beast were so strong that they could not be weakened to the extreme, and the essence and spirit that were condensed to the extreme showed signs of weakening and dissipating.

"Is it useful to work hard?"

Zhang Fan pursed his lips disdainfully, it was a pity that he couldn't see more of the power of the wind supernatural power, but he didn't take this black hurricane in his eyes at all.

Although it was obvious that this was already the strongest blow of the one-eyed old man, I am afraid that it was still a secret technique with a great cost to cast, but so what?

A touch of purple lightning was in Zhang Fan's hand in an instant, and it condensed slightly, and then there was a sound of thunder, and lightning shot out.

- Zixiao Sword!

The extremely sharp sword qi and the divine thunder that shattered everything, the two merged into one, and burst out with the strongest power in an instant.

Passing through, a slender but deep crack appeared on the ground, but it was the aftermath of the thunder sword qi, leaving traces on the ground.

At the end of this crack is the black hurricane that rises to the sky!

The thunder sword qi broke through, and the terrifying black hurricane suddenly stagnated, and then exploded violently.

A little bit of purple lightning, combined with the collapse of thousands of sharp blades, shot out and exploded in the strange rocks, countless stone skins were peeled off, countless gravels were rolled up, and were thrown away...... Rocks pierce the air, thunder and hurricanes wind and waves crash on the shore, dust sweeps away, and a sword frost breaks through thousands of fogs.

Under the purple electric blue frost sword qi, more than ten pairs of perforated holes appeared on the blocking boulders, and through these holes, a little purple light could be seen breaking through the one-eyed old man's chest, and instantly piercing out, leaving a sudden hole.

The chest was empty, the internal organs were missing under the thunder sword qi piercing, not even a drop of blood flowed out, the wound was scorched black, and there were arcs of electricity swimming away, scattering this scorched black.

In front of him, an umbrella-shaped spiritual weapon, a fist-sized hole was broken in the center, and the spiritual energy of the whole body was dissipated, and the spirit surname was no longer there, but it was under the blow of the Zixiao Sword, although the body existed, it was no longer at all.

"Bang!"

The one-eyed old man didn't even have time to say a word before he collapsed.

From the beginning to the end, in less than ten breaths, more than ten foundation-building monks, a strong man who built the foundation of the Great Perfection, were all killed!

"Whew!"

Zhang Fan withdrew the Zixiao Sword and exhaled lightly.

Although I had known that after the foundation building consummation, the knot doppelganger could burst out with extremely strong power, and it had also been verified in the Mixed Yuan Ball, but no matter what, it was not as real and clear as the scene in front of me.

If he was to get the knot clone and break through the Great Perfection, he would not be in much danger in the face of these people, but if he wanted to defeat, he needed to use guerrilla methods, and each one would be broken, and it would be certain that it would last long, and it was inevitable that the fish would slip through the net, how could it be as light as it is now, and there was almost no sense of effort.

With a slight smile, Zhang Fan suddenly turned around, his eyes were like torches, and he looked at a half-human-high boulder.

Your hands just trembled, and you haven't done anything yet?

An earth-shattering howl came from behind: "Uncle doesn't ~ want to~ ah!"

(To be continued)